Tong Xin's heart skipped a beat, and for some reason, his scalp tingled.
He immediately lowered his head.
"You wouldn't dare!"
Xiang Ling to the side, gently covered her mouth and giggled.
"Tong Xin, it's rare for the master to come out for a stroll, so don't spoil his fun."
She naturally knew about the backing of the Heavenly Fragrance Beauty Pavilion, including Tong Xin herself.
But since I'm not the one who's going to suffer, isn't it better to just watch the show from the sidelines?
You know, Tong Xin has often competed with Dream Boat for business.
Seeing Heavenly Fragrance Beauty Pavilion suffer misfortune, they naturally felt schadenfreude.
"That's good." Zhang Rongfang nodded in satisfaction. "I don't care what the previous Spirit Envoy did. Now that I've taken office, the Golden Wing Tower of Wushan Prefecture should be run according to my rules."
Tong Xin had no choice but to give up.
"Yes."
"Now that you understand, prepare to make your move," Zhang Rongfang ordered. "Make it quick and force out High Grade Expert for me to play with. The rest are up to you."
The two could only agree.
Commands were passed down layer by layer.
Soon, a silver firework was passed to Zhang Rongfang.
Xiang Ling lit the tinderbox and gently lit the fuse for him.
"My lord, to what extent is it acceptable?" Tong Xin finally couldn't help but ask.
"This place is in league with Sea Dragon," Zhang Rongfang replied gently. "Therefore, naturally, not a single chicken or dog will be spared."
Laugh!!
Fireworks shot into the sky and exploded with a bang above the Heavenly Fragrance Beauty Pavilion, turning into blood-red plum blossoms.
Under the firelight, the pupils beneath the Tong Xin mask contracted sharply, his face turned deathly pale, and he stared blankly at Zhang Rongfang before him.
Not only him, but Xiang Ling, who should have been gloating, suddenly felt a chill. Her skin tightened, and she slightly averted her gaze from Zhang Rongfang, not daring to look anymore.
With a series of hissing sounds, a group of Golden Wing Tower experts rushed out from behind the three, all dressed in black and wearing black masks, heading towards the Heavenly Fragrance Beauty Pavilion.
Looking down from above.
All around the pavilion, there were First Squad wielding a knife, rushing towards the center.
They were Tong Xin and Xiang Ling's subordinates, who had previously received orders from Double Eagle to use fireworks as a signal to charge into the pavilions shrouded below the fireworks.
Bang!
The first gate was smashed open, and a group of people in black masks rushed into the building, killing anyone they saw who was armed.
In just over ten seconds, the First Layer was breached.
Zhang Rongfang and the other two stood not far away, gazing and waiting for the result.
From the rooftop where they stood, they could clearly see the killing and bloodshed taking place inside the Heavenly Fragrance Beauty Pavilion.
You could also hear bursts of roars and screams.
A faint smell of blood wafted in the wind, mingling with the incense burning inside the building, giving Zhang Rongfang a vague sense of peace.
"One moment, their lives were filled with revelry and debauchery. Who could have imagined that the next moment would be a life-or-death struggle, a cataclysmic event?"
He reached out his hand, gently opened it, and then closed it again.
"It's really hard to take control of your own destiny."
Behind him, Tong Xin heard the agonizing screams, his heart bleeding. Among them were the voices of assassins and thugs from the Heavenly Fragrance Beauty Pavilion.
Those were all his people!
But he dared not utter a sound.
Zhang Rongfang did not allow the two of them to join the attack, lest he reveal any slight weakness or clue.
At that point, it might be too late to find outside help, given the short distance.
He was doomed! Soon, the panicked guests in the pavilion fled in droves.
They died too quickly.
Ordinary thugs and martial arts masters are simply outmatched by the assassins of the Golden Wing Tower.
Hidden weapons, deadly poisons, encirclement and killing tactics, sneak attacks—a barrage of methods, coupled with numerical superiority. One side was completely unprepared, the other fully prepared.
With over a hundred people from the city's strongholds taking action, the hired thugs in the building simply couldn't handle it.
People who are willing to risk their lives for money are ultimately a very small minority.
"Let's go see what we can do." Zhang Rongfang took the lead and jumped down from the second floor, his toes lightly touching the eaves of the first floor to cushion his landing.
Tong Xin and Xiang Ling could only follow behind.
At such close range, if Tong Xin dared to make the slightest mistake, he would immediately be splattered with blood five steps away.
The two of them were only Sixth Grade, and it was only with the help of the Golden Wing Tower's influence and their other identities that they were able to reach their current position.
Unless absolutely necessary, Tong Xin would never dare to destroy everything.
The three walked to the front of the building, stepping over the blood flowing from the ground.
By this time, most of the crowd had already left.
Overturned tables and chairs, wine jugs, trays, and dishes can be vaguely seen in the hall.
Blood splattered on the walls, and the corpses lying motionless on the ground adorned the magnificent and beautiful hall.
Bang! Suddenly, a Black Mask Assassin was knocked down from the upper floor.
"Ah!!!"
With a roar and the sound of swords cutting through the air, an Azure Figure rushed out from the second-floor stairwell, then leaped up and pounced on the three of them.
"Five Leaves Lotus Heart · Empty Screen!"
The silver sword light flew to Zhang Rongfang and the other two within a second.
Whoosh! The sword light dispersed, then suddenly changed again. When it was still a meter away from the three people, it suddenly exploded, splitting into five like a peacock spreading its tail, and simultaneously stabbed towards the three people.
"Flame Emperor Talisman - Unpaid Fire"
Zhang Rongfang's expression remained calm. He suddenly raised his right hand, leaving a faint afterimage, and precisely pierced through the gap between the sword lights.
Grab your opponent's wrist.
"Not bad."
"Unfortunately, it's still too weak."
Click.
With a sharp crack and a scream, Zhong Qinglian dropped her sword and staggered back several steps.
He clutched his right wrist tightly, the anger in his eyes quickly turning into fear.
One move! Only one move!?
Such a powerful person! Just who is this person?!
He was defeated in one move. Even though he was Seventh Grade who hadn't had real combat experience for a long time, his hand-eye coordination, speed, and strength were still there.
But this person actually found an opening at the peak of his attack, crippling Five-Leaf Lotus Heart's killing move in one strike! "Who exactly are you people!?" Zhong Qinglian still wanted to stall for time. His eyes darted around, trying to find an escape route.
"Kill him," Zhang Rongfang said calmly.
Xiang Ling and Tong Xin, standing behind him, felt a chill. They knew he was speaking to them.
Xiang Ling is alright, anyway, she's not familiar with Zhong Qinglian.
But the Tong Xin is bleeding inside.
He spent a lot of money to invite Zhong Qinglian, and now the two of them stepped forward at the same time, each drawing a standard short sword.
Both of them were Sixth Grade, and both had mastered the Golden Roc Secret Record, making them far stronger than the injured Zhong Qinglian.
After all, the Golden Roc Secret Record Manual is Superior Martial Arts, and it is also extremely special. The burden brought by the perfect Sixth Grade is only equivalent to the burden of the Third Grade of ordinary martial arts.
In other words, if a genius with a talent level of Ninth Grade first completes the Sixth Grade of the Golden Roc Secret Record, they can then cultivate the Sixth Grade of other martial arts.
Of course, this is the ideal situation.
In fact, according to the interpretation of the Heavenly Maiden Tong Zhang, the Golden Roc Secret Record require extremely high conditions and restrictions.
The biggest limitation in practicing this martial art is time.
It's already quite impressive to be able to complete one level in four years.
Xiang Ling and Tong Xin only managed to cultivate two more levels later on before they could continue.
Nevertheless, the combined study of these two levels brought them great benefits.
The two men, wearing masks and dressed in black, walked forward.
The white lines on their faces, which were distinctly different from the others, gave Zhong Qinglian a vague sense of unease.
What puzzled him even more was that one of the two people seemed to give him a vague sense of familiarity.
"You."
He hurriedly spoke, about to ask a question.
Snap! In an instant, two figures passed each other in front of him.
The two short swords drew out two bright Silver Thread.
Ta-da!
Zhong Qinglian managed to block the attack with a single hand strike, but the combined force of the two caught him off guard, leaving him with a deep wound on his forearm.
Blood gushed out immediately.
I can't even use my hands properly.
Who are you?!
No one answered. Two sword lights flashed again, and without prior agreement, neither Xiang Ling nor Tong Xin used any moves.
It was just a normal sword swing.
They could all feel the gaze of the Spirit Envoy behind them, a gaze as sharp as knives and swords, piercing to the bone.
If they hesitate or waver in the slightest, they will likely face the same fate as Zhong Qinglian before them.
Two sword marks were left across the surface.
With nothing to stop her, Zhong Qinglian finally had a cross-shaped gash slashed open on her chest.
The wound cut open his throat on one side and extended to his heart on the other.
He stared intently in the direction of the Tong Xin, as if he had finally recognized the other person.
Unfortunately, it was all too late.
Puff.
The body fell backward, with only the hissing sound of blood gushing out.
"Pack your things, you can leave now." Zhang Rongfang smiled.
The two relaxed completely and quickly bowed their heads in agreement.
Soon, the assassins from the Golden Wing Tower withdrew from the Heavenly Fragrance Beauty Pavilion. They took away the corpses of their own men, as well as a large amount of money and jewelry from the pavilion.
All the Treasure Note, silver coins, and gold in the entire Heavenly Fragrance Beauty Pavilion became their spoils of war.
Zhang Rongfang didn't care about these things; all he wanted were the various treasures that had been packed up, as well as large Treasure Note banknotes, silver notes, Golden Bead.
The remaining odds and ends were shared among his subordinates.
As the First Squad of masked men withdrew, the once bustling and prosperous Heavenly Fragrance Beauty Pavilion was reduced to utter devastation.
The entire attack on the Golden Wing Tower took less than three minutes from start to finish.
The entire journey consisted of nothing but killing and treasure hunting. There was no delay whatsoever.
Late at night.
Zhang Rongfang walked slowly down the street, First Squad of Official Messenger rushed toward the direction they had come from.
But no one noticed that the three had changed their clothes.
The assassins of the Golden Wing Tower were mostly ordinary residents. After making their move, they would return home and disappear completely, unnoticed by anyone.
Zhang Rongfang wore a black cloak over his shoulders, the silver trim of which reflected a delicate luster under the streetlights, like flowing mercury.
"A good day. You two have worked hard too." He looked relaxed, not wearing a mask, and appreciatively looked at Xiang Ling and Tong Xin.
"With you leading the team, we are sure to be invincible. We subordinates have only done our bit."
Xiang Ling relaxed slightly, and while complimenting Zhang Rongfang, she couldn't help but glance at Tong Xin with pity.
Tong Xin stood to the side, his face deathly pale, as if his mother had died, and his body was still ice-cold.
That's most of his fortune!
In just one night, everything was robbed and destroyed! Twenty years of savings were wiped out in an instant. "That's true."
Zhang Rongfang smiled.
"But why is Tong Xin so depressed when everything is going so smoothly?"
His sharp gaze fell on Tong Xin.
The latter shuddered and quickly looked up, forcing a harmonious smile.
"My lord, you are mistaken. I only caught a slight cold last night. After I started fighting just now, I had some difficulty breathing and broke out in a cold sweat."
"Your heart is beating very fast." Zhang Rongfang suddenly stopped in his tracks. "It seems you really aren't feeling well."
"It's a hidden injury from my martial arts training, please forgive me, sir." Tong Xin suppressed the sorrow in his heart, not daring to reveal any flaws.
Judging from what just happened, this newly appointed Spirit Envoy is far more bloodthirsty than his predecessor.
It's laughable that they initially thought this person was easy to fool. Now, "So be it." Zhang Rongfang clapped his hands lightly, "The original plan was for three programs tonight, but since Tong Xin is not feeling well, let's just do one more program and call it a day."
Upon hearing this, both Tong Xin Xiang Ling immediately sensed something was wrong.
"My lord, the members of the Zheng Lou have suffered heavy losses after a fierce battle. Don't you think so?" Xiang Ling couldn't help but speak up.
"It's alright, I'm very considerate of my subordinates," Zhang Rongfang replied with a smile.
"So."
He looked up and gazed ahead.
The other two also looked up and gazed ahead.
Directly ahead, a burly figure dressed in black and wearing Black Mask strode out.
It was the timely arrival of the Duan Gu.
The other slender woman following beside him was none other than Qing Su.
"Look, the people changing venues are here!" Zhang Rongfang pointed to the opposite side. "Next is the second venue, West District, Dream Boat Society."
Xiang Ling, who was behind him, suddenly trembled.